A test was made
I was up all night.
I missed the game
And even missed the fight.
Pass it out
Each kid gets one.
Just stop bitching,
I know it isn't fun.
Do you think I like
To grade your mistakes?
Just leave me alone.
Just give me a break.
If only you could read
The mind of a teach.
Their song is so different
Than that they preach.
Looking at outfits
Uglier than your dads.
That is so eighties
Let it remain a fade.
That smell you blame
On the guy to your left.
You should be in jail
For robbery and theft.
So back off bud
Your grade is in my hands.
Piss me off again
And it's off to detention land.
This one was dated. She wrote it while in high school. I think it kind of shows that Nichole had a sense of humor about her teachers. I know they loved her, several of them were kind enough to come to her funeral.
It was nice to read a poem of hers that she probably wrote with a smile on her face. If this poem of hers brought a smile to your face, or made you think about your school days, please vote.
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Words a Mother Never Heard (Wattys2016)
PoetryA young woman who was always the life of the party, quick to tell a joke, always smiling and happy, tragically dies at age 23. What her mother found after her death reflected a much different young woman, her poetry. Her words showed a young woman c...
